Monsters Inside Him (Completed)

Chapter 26: Waiting

Chapter 26: Waiting

I felt Zayn’s surprisingly soft lips against mine. His hands groped me everywhere, moving too quickly, not quite sure where to stop. I felt his fingers run along my back and up to my bra clasp.

“Zayn.” I whispered, tilting his head up to look into the eyes that had been focusing on my breasts.

“Mmm?”

“I-I don’t want to lead you on.”

He let go of my bra clasp and steadied me, making sure to lay me down on his pillow softly before sitting up a little.

“What d’you mean ‘leading me on’?” He asked, his tired mouth slurring the British words together.

“I don’t want to give you the wrong idea. I’m not giving it up tonight.” I whisper, holding his cheek in my palm. His brow furrowed, but his eyes didn’t turn angry as I had expected. He looked almost… rejected?

“Why not?”

“Well, I just don’t think it’s time yet, that’s all.” I muttered, sitting up across from him. Even in the dark I could see his eyes wander over my barely covered body, self-consciousness flushed through my body. I awkwardly shuffled so that the pillow I had been sitting on was now in my lap and I could cover part of my body.

“Darlin’, we’ve been together for like six months or something.” He pointed out as he ripped the pillow away from me and tossed it on the floor.

“How long have we actually dated Zayn? Just like a few weeks or something. Most of the time I’ve been with you has been against my will, remember that?” I point out as I try to slip underneath his duvet. Zayn pins down my arm to prevent me from hiding from him.

“Stop it, Darlin’. You’re beautiful, no need to hide your body.” He tutted, pulling me by my waist so that I was right in front of him now, our eyes level, both our bodies crouched.

“I just think we should wait.”

“Why? What would make a difference if we waited? Huh?” He asked me, his rough fingertips trying their best not to bruise me in his grip.

“I-I just don’t want to… Please leave it.” I begged him, not willing to get into too many embarrassing details with him at the moment.

“Would you just give me a bloody reason?!” Zayn snapped at me, “you’re fucking sitting here in your knickers and a bra, making me drool like a fucking pig and you won’t even give me a fucking reason.” He ran a hand through his hair to relieve some of his frustration. I couldn’t help but glance down at the growing bulge in his jeans. A fuzzy feeling washed through me and all I wanted at that moment was to have him inside me.

Gross.

“Zayn,” I whispered apprehensively. I knew I would have to tell him eventually, but I was still reluctant to do so.

“What?” He looked up at me angrily, waiting for me to continue.

“I-I’m a virgin.” I whispered quietly, looking down at my fingers as I fiddled with the sheets on his bed. I felt my face flush as Zayn just stared at me.

“Well, shit.” He huffed, collapsing onto his bed, lying next to me. I reached out for the shirt he had discarded earlier and slipped it over my head, slipping my bra off once I had the shirt over my head.

“Yeah…” I muttered, not quite sure how to respond. I needed to keep myself busy to avoid an awkward conversation with him, so I climbed off the bed and headed to the bathroom, leaving the door open as I removed my makeup and brushed my teeth.

“Seriously? You’re a virgin?” He asked once I came back into his room. I nodded, not uttering a word as I picked up the pillow from the floor and slid into bed next to him, under the covers. Zayn slid out as soon as I came in and removed his jeans before coming in next to me.

“This isn’t a joke, right?” He pressed, propping himself up on his elbow as he turned to face me.

“No, Zayn. Can we drop it?” I demanded, feeling childish and mortification at my inexperience. Zayn reached his hand over to rub my cheek.

“Would you relax, Darlin’.” He chuckled at me. I tried to turn away from him, but his hand moved my face so that I was forced to look at him.

“Being a virgin is ok. It’s ok. I’ll help you.” He whispered.

“But, I’ll be so inexperienced and you’ll think it sucks…” I trailed off sadly.

“Darlin’, with the amount of fire you got in ya, I doubt there’ll be anything sucky about it. That is, unless you’re into that sort of thing…” He chuckles. I stifle a giggle at his comment, not wanting to change the seriousness of the mood.

“Look, Hannah, I know that you’re a virgin and all, but I’m the man and I have needs too, you know.” He whispered.

“Zayn-”

“I know- you’re not ready tonight. I’m not going to force you into anything. I just want you to know that you can trust me and that I’ll take care of you.” I stared at him for a moment, not really quite sure what to say.

If we had been in this same situation a few months ago, I have no doubt Zayn would have shut me up and taken my v-card. It’s actually really shocking that the bad ass Zayn Malik changed so much, just for me.

I couldn’t help but feel special.

“I’m sorry.” I whispered to him, reaching my hand up to his and intertwining our fingers.

“Don’t be sorry. Why’re you sorry?” He asked, scooting his body closer so we were pressed together. I felt his erection against my skin and blushed, knowing he couldn’t see.

“I won’t be able to please you and-”

“Oh please. You being a virgin is the best thing I’ve ever heard.” He assured me.

“What?”

“Do you know what that means? It means you are 100% mine and I’ll be the first one and the only one to make you feel good. It means that no other guy caught you before. It means that no matter what happens, I’ll always have some claim on you because I’m the guy who took your virginity.”

“Oh…” I flushed in embarrassment a little. It made me feel good when he put it like that.

“To be honest, Darlin’, I’m new at this too.”

“You’re a VIRGIN?!” I gasped, completely shocked. He immediately threw his head back in laughter, the booming sound echoed in the quite room.

“Absolutely not. Quite the opposite actually. I’ve never had a girlfriend.”

“Really?”

“Yes, really. You’ve had boyfriends, but you’ve never had sex. I’ve had sex so many times, I can’t keep track-”

“TMI.” I muttered.

“-But I’ve never settled down with a chick before. You’re teaching me how to be a good boyfriend and I’ll teach you how to be a good lover. Deal?”

“Deal.” I nodded. He took our hands and shook them as confirmation.

“By the way, I know that all virgins have this fantasy that their first time will be special, but it never is. I promise to you that I will pull out all the stops and make your first time like it is in the movies.”

“I’ve never been a romantic guy, but I’m going to pull out all the stops. When it’s time, you better hold on because I’m gonna romance the shit outta ya.” He promised, grinning at me like a fucking five year old.

“Zayn…”

“And then I’m gonna fuck you so hard, you’re gonna forget about the romance shit and beg for more.” He concluded.

“You have a way with words.” I teased, lying on my back and staring at the ceiling. I heard Zayn get out of bed, his feet padding towards the bathroom.

“Where are you going?” I whispered, shutting my eyes as I prepare to doze off.

“Where do you think?” He turned to look at me over his shoulder as he stood in the doorframe to the bathroom. I shrugged in response, figuring he had to piss or something.

“You may not be putting out tonight, but my body responded differently. Someone’s gotta get the job done, even if it ain’t you.” He muttered as he shut the door so he could finish himself off.

I woke up the next morning feeling hot, like really hot. I guess that’s what I should expect with a 180lb, pure muscle weight pressed on top of me.

“Zayn,” I groaned, “get off of me.”

“No.” He murmured back, his face buried into the pillow next to me. His shoulders were pressed against my arms, his stomach lying flat against mine and our legs intertwined.

“I can’t breathe, let me up.” I demanded, slapping at him a little. He moved his hands from underneath the duvet and caught my wrists, pinning them above my head.

“Sucks for you.”


“Let. Me. Up. Now.”

“No, you can never get up. You’re mine and I’m gonna keep you here, under me, forever.” I rolled my eyes and squirmed underneath him.

“If you let me up, I’ll make you pancakes.” I promised. I felt his whole body go rigid before he pushed off of me, keeping his weight on his hands in a push-up position above me.

“Tempting, but you can’t cook for shit.” He offered me a half smile before collapsing on top of me again.

“I can make pancakes perfectly fine, thank you very much. It’s the other food I have a problem with.” He growled in response, but rolled over, freeing me from the human prison.

“Fine, but only because pancakes are involved.” I giggled and slipped out of bed, wearing nothing but panties and Zayn’s t-shirt. I walked by his side of the bed as I searched for pants, but came up empty handed so I decided to just cook in what I was wearing.

I felt a sharp sting on my butt cheek. Gasping, I covered the exposed, now hurting area. Zayn tried to swat me there again but I jumped out of the way.

“Go make me pancakes.” He ordered, pushing his face back into the pillow to fall back asleep while I made breakfast. I rolled my eyes but trudged off to the kitchen.

The pancakes were a success. I didn’t set the flat on fire and I didn’t scald anyone’s face. Pretty good for me…

Zayn floated in, literally, at the smell just as I served the food. We ate silently, both of us exhausted and neither of us morning people.

“I’m pretty surprised, but these weren’t half bad.” Zayn mused, picking up his plate to lick up the remainder of the crumbs and syrup after all of his pancakes were gone.

“Pig.” I spat, throwing my plate in the sink behind me and reaching for his. He angled his body away from me so he could continue licking his plate like a dog. His tongue pressed flat against the ceramic.

“Hey now, don’t you start with the attitude Darlin’.” He warned, finishing off his plate and tossing it in the sink like me. I rolled my eyes and pushed my chair out, getting up to go change.

“What’re you gonna do about it?” I challenged, walking down the hall with my hips swaying back and forth. I heard him curse under his breath, thinking it best not to ever repeat those words.

I slipped on my bra from yesterday and one of Zayn’s t-shirts and sweatpants. I guess I’m bumming it today. Then again, I was never the type to get all dressed up, ever.

“I s’pose I’m should take you home now, yeah?” Zayn complained as he came into the room and slipped on some clothes.

“Yeah, I gotta get back and call my parents, give ‘em a heads up about my expulsion.” I sighed.

“And your new job.”

“And the new job I might get on my OWN without your help.” I added in, emphasizing the fact that I don’t want Zayn to have anything to do with it.

“Whatever helps you sleep at night, Darlin’.”

“Zayn, I’m serious.” I warned, taking a step closer to him. He placed his large hands on my waist and held me in place, looking me over as if I was just there for his viewing.

“So am I. This is our last resort and I’ll be damned if you think that not getting this job and moving back to the states is an option.” He leaned down and connected his lips to my neck. I feel his fingers brush over the faint hickey I have from him.

His lips move back to where his fingers had been, sucking at the skin, licking over my sweet spot with his tongue. I lean my head to the side to give him full access- after all, this was one of the conditions that he gave me. He’d be nice as long as I was marked.

I gasped as his teeth penetrated the skin on my neck, the familiar feeling sending little butterflies through me. I belong to Zayn Malik, his mark on my neck serving as a reminder for everyone, including me.

I know Zayn marked me to keep other guys away, he’s admitted that plenty of times. But I also know that he marks me to keep me in line. To remind me that, at the end of the day, I belong to him and he’s the boss.

He may be sweet and gentle now, but his dominance is still over powering. He always needs to be in control of everything. He always needs to be in control of me.

“You look hot in my clothes.” He whispered in my ear, the feeling of his breath sent shivers down my spine.

“Bitch, I look hot in anything.” I shrugged, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of seeing how much his words truly affect me.

“You’d look better naked.” He mumbled to himself as he left the room. Without a doubt those words weren’t meant for me. A few minutes later Zayn reappeared in the kitchen, just as I had finished the dishes and put them away.

He spun his car keys on his finger and gestured for me to follow him. I decided to leave my clothes here just in case I stay the night again. No doubt Zayn’ll do the laundry by then.

I followed Zayn out to his car and slid into the passenger seat. He puffed out smoke, breathing cigarette smoke into the interior of his fancy shmancy car. I shot him a dirty look as he flicked the end of the cigarette butt.

“That’s a horrible habit. You’re going to kill yourself and everyone around you.” I informed him. He rolled his eyes and moved both his hands from the steering wheel.

“Jesus Zayn!” I screeched. He laughed and grabbed the steering wheel with his left hand again.

“See, doing that can kill me and everyone around me, but I did it anyway.” He shrugged.

“You could’ve just said that, you didn’t need to show me.” I yelled at him, trying to steady my breathing down. He shook his head and took in another breath of cigarette smoke.

“Show, don’t tell.” He mocked. I reached out and slapped him across the chest and hit him as hard as I could.

“Asshole.” I seethed.

“Hit me again and I’ll spank you.” He warned with a menacing smile on his face. I stuck out my tongue and looked out the window. When he pulled up to my apartment, he didn’t get out like he usually did.

“Darlin’, I gotta take care of some business, I’m gonna drop you here ‘cause I know that if I come in I probably won’t leave.” He leaned in and left a lingering kiss on my lips. Gentle, not heated like I had hoped. It was better than nothing though.

“I’ll see you around.” I waved, climbing out of his car, breathing in the fresh, non-cigarette air.

“You bet your ass you will. I’ll call you tonight, Darlin’. Be good.” He called as he roared away in his car. I sighed and headed into my building. I ignored the drunks littered on the stairs and shoved my key in the hole and let myself in the apartment.

It was darker than usual, but I figured that Claire was probably just not up yet. Throwing my keys on the table, I stomped back to my bedroom to change out of Zayn’s clothing. As I whirled passed Claire’s room, I heard her crying.

What?

Claire never cries. I paused outside her door just to make sure what I heard was right.

Yup. Someone was sobbing on the other side of the door, no doubt. I bit my lip nervously and decided to enter. Carefully, I pushed the door open and poked my head in. In the corner of the room, Claire was curled up with her knees curled up under her chin.

“Claire?” I whispered in shock. She looked up at me, revealing a bruised and tear stained face. Her hair was ruined, like destroyed completely. Her makeup was running and did I mention she was naked?? Yeah, well she was. Her whole body had scattered bruises and cuts. To be honest, her injuries weren’t too bad, but I know that Claire isn’t strong like me so she wouldn’t be able to deal with things like that.

“Holy shit, what happened?” I gasped, running towards her. I crouched down next to her, but was too afraid to touch her. She looked so broken and scared.

“Hann-ann-annah.” She sobbed. I rubbed her back gently, shushing her comfortingly as she cried.

“Claire-bear, what happened?” I asked, not really sure whether or not I wanted to know the answer.

“H-h-harry,” she whispered. My blood ran cold, knowing exactly where this was going. I removed my hand from her back so that it could form a fist. I bit my lip until it drew blood, anger completely taking over my body.

“He raped me, Hannah.”